As much as I hate to say it, I don't think he's there to catch her, even though I would want him to be. But I do think he was there, like in her life, but not at the moment she realized that he was gone. But, then again, (I just re-read your poem) you say, " The last thing I see is your face as you try to reach for me,". So this is my view, thinking, w.e. you want to call it: He was in her life at some point but not at that moment she realized what she was missing, and at the end when she sees his face her eyes are closed so I think its like shes wishing for him...do you catch my drift?? lol. Good poem though!

~Katt

I really like this, it creates a dark, impression of love. When I read this, I could imagine a person (mainly female) choking on the water reaching out to an unknown figure. Its brilliant.